It's my current student group's last day tomorrow - but they get to leave London in style. Tomorrow is not just their last day, it's also the annual Trooping the Colour celebration of the Queen's birthday - it's too late to get tickets for the Horseguards seats, but it's free to take your place by the roadside to watch the parade, and get your dose of traditional pomp and circumstance. And, of course, this puts me in mind of the AA Milne poem, Buckingham Palace.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace -
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
Alice is marrying one of the guard.
"A soldier's life is terrible hard,"
Says Alice.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace -
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
We saw a guard in a sentry-box.
"One of the sergeants looks after their socks,"
Says Alice.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace -
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
We looked for the King, but he never came.
"Well, God take care of him, all the same,"
Says Alice.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace -
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
They've great big parties inside the grounds.
"I wouldn't be King for a hundred pounds,"
Says Alice.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace -
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
A face looked out, but it wasn't the King's.
"He's much too busy a-signing things,"
Says Alice.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace -
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
"Do you think the King knows all about me?"
"Sure to, dear, but it's time for tea,"
Says Alice.
The big news today is the tube strike, which has had knock-on effects on almost everyone in London, but I particularly want to point you to